If I died tomorrow would this song live on forever? Here is my... unopened letter to a world that never shall reply If I died tomorrow would this song live on forever? Here is my... unopened letter to a world that never shall reply, never shall reply From this second story window I can hear the church bells calling out my name. This table is set for one Even angels would be homesick in this forsaken town On random notes of parchment I'm scrawling my existence, Dressed in white. This candle radiates throughout the night and it's never burning out, Never burning out From this second story window I can hear the children down on Main Street. They're singing their songs tonight In the shadows, I will listen to their every movement Mr. Higginson, am I not good enough for the world? Am I destined only to die the same way that I lived... in seclusion? From high up on this mountain I can almost see your lonely windowsill. They'll carry you off tonight There's a ghost in your old bedroom And a candle burning bright If I died tomorrow Would this song live on forever?